rejuvenatement – not retirement

Can the rough stuff on the wall.
Spray it rough, slingin’ words. Crap tough graffiti.
It’s me sprawled here. My stuff. My hustle.
Sling the crap y’all. This ain’t no conference call.
Life sucks, no shit. And you’re no prize, sweetie.
That paint’s my soul. Hands rough from slingin’ shit.
Are ya listnin’? I can scrap the words and shift to muscle.
Shit happens and guess what? I’m still here takin’ the hit.

Photo Credit: Audrey Johnson. A San San (means three three in Chinese) written for Day 14, NaPoWriMo. A San San is a seven line poem, ABCABDCD rhyme scheme with three “terms” repeated three times. Also written for dVerse Open Link Night!

I especially liked your second one — especially this phrase “centuries with stars overlain.” It is amazing isn’t it? To look up and think that generations before us and generations after us will be seeing this same stars?

ooooh….I’ll have to look up the graffiti prompt on dVerse. For some reason, I woke up in the middle of the night and that word popped into my head. Wrote it down….saw the NaPoWriMo prompt and even with that strict of form, the words poured. Do you think I was a rapper in a former life? 🙂

Celebrating my grand daughter’s 8th birthday this afternoon and evening — just getting home to the comments. Always love to see your response — I do value it! Especially when you say “artful” — Many many thanks!

Thanks, Grace! I actually do write every day — am an early riser and so I love to write and read then — with my morning coffee mug beside me! 🙂 Sometimes I use a prompt — sometimes not. And I do get prompt ideas from reading others’ poems too. Always learning! 🙂

Oh, girl. How did you enter into the persona so effectively? Clearly, you have the stuff of which lore (read novels) is made. I think that’s the key to writing fiction…being able to become someone you aren’t.

This was one of those where the pen just ran ahead of my brain. Have no idea where some of those words came from — not my kind of language — verbal or written. But, when it was done, it was like “did I really do that???” Anyway…so gald you liked it and hope I didn’t offend anyone with it. I’m actually kind of proud of it 🙂
So — now on to reading others’ 🙂 Glass of cold chardonnay in hand 🙂

I think in another life you were an oyster gatherer in NOLA during the day, jazz rapper by night. Pulling up those rich salty bad boys and slurping down fresh and raw and then being full of piss and vinegar at night. I like this!

I am laughing out loud and blushing at the same time! Wow — this one really got some interesting responses! 🙂 So glad you liked this — was afraid at first to post when it was done. So different from anything I’ve ever written – poetic license on my norm???? 🙂